A warm welcome to the delightful Sheryl Browne who's dropped by today to talk about her double release - her latest two novels, The Rest of My Life and Death Sentence are out now. I first discovered Sheryl's work when I read her heartwarming romance novel Somebody to Love. I can't wait to read her new books!
First, let's find out a bit about Sheryl. Sheryl specialises in edgy, sexy, poignant fiction weaving captivating stories laced with heartache, humour, love, loss & betrayal . A member of the Romantic Novelists’ Association and shortlisted for Innovation in Romantic Fiction, Sheryl has seven books published with Safkhet Publishing.
Sheryl's new contemporary romance novel was recommended to the publisher by the WH Smith Travel fiction buyer. The Rest of My Life comes to you from award winning Choc Lit. Look at the gorgeous cover!
“You can’t run away from commitment forever … “
Adam Hamilton-Shaw has more reason than most to avoid commitment. Living on a houseboat in the Severn Valley, his dream is to sail into the sunset – preferably with a woman waiting in every port. But lately, his life looks more like a road to destruction than an idyllic boat ride…
Would-be screenplay writer Sienna Meadows realises that everything about Adam spells trouble – but she can’t ignore the feeling that there is more to him than just his bad reputation. Nor can she ignore the intense physical attraction that exists between them.
And it just so happens that Adam sees Sienna as the kind of woman he could commit to. But can he change his damaging behaviour – or is the road to destruction a one-way street?
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Sienna was tucked up in bed with Tobias when she heard him. Was it him? Hardly daring to breathe, she cocked an ear and listened.
‘Sienna!’ She heard again. It was! Scrambling out of bed, much to her dog’s chagrin, Sienna flew to the window and yanked it open.
‘Sienna,’ Adam shouted from down below. ‘I love you!’
Oh, no. Sienna closed her eyes, realising her dad was outside her front door, looking from Adam and then up to her, astounded.
‘I love you, Sienna!’ Adam repeated, loudly.
Sienna peeled an eye open, risking another peek at the inebriated man, declaring his love for her in the rain. Oh God, he was swaying on his feet. He wasn’t even facing the right window.
‘I love your mind,’ Adam went on, now addressing the entire boatyard, including Lauren, who’d joined her at the window, and Nathaniel, who’d appeared, bewildered and bleary-eyed, from the chandlery.
‘I love your body.’ Adam stopped and glanced down at his feet. ‘God, I love your body,’ he reiterated, throatily.
Lauren sighed and rolled her eyes. ‘Perfect. Well done, Adam.’
‘I love you, Sienna! I don’t not want you. I don’t not want you more than anything in my entire life. I’ll sort myself out. I promise!’ Adam went on determinedly – and drunkenly, turning around and heading in the vague direction of his boat. ‘No more booze, no more women, no more … anything.’
Pausing, Adam stopped, and turned back. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said, more quietly. ‘If you don’t want me, Sienna, I don’t blame you. Totally, absolutely undersh … under … get it.’ With which Adam turned to reach for his handrail, and missed it.
Jolting awake as something pressed heavily down on his chest, Adam coughed and spluttered, puking up a bellyful of river, as he did.
‘I see you’re back with us,’ the man looming over him, looking mightily unimpressed, said. ‘David Meadows, Sienna’s father,’ he introduced himself, smiling the kind of smile an executioner who enjoyed his job might. ‘I’ve promised Sienna I’m not going to break your legs. If I’m going to keep that promise, your explanations had better be good.’
Reviewed by a top Amazon Reviewer at BestSelling Thrillers and already given several glowing FIVE Stars, Sheryl’s new thriller, Death Sentence, is now available on Amazon!
Death Sentence - He's killed your child and kidnapped your wife. What would YOU do?
Detective Inspector Matthew Adams and Patrick Sullivan, drug dealer, pimp, murderer: two men on opposite sides of the law. A history that goes way back. A bully even in his youth, Sullivan had made it his mission in life to make the goody-two-shoes copper's life a misery. Now Matthew has made it his mission in life to make sure the pimping scum responsible for prostituting young girls, abusing them, and beating them to death, is locked up for life.
When Matthew's child becomes a casualty of the war between them, does Matthew want justice? Or does he want retribution? When Patrick's brother is shot down like a dog in a drug bust gone wrong, Patrick wants payback. He wants Matthew. Or the copper loses his pretty, pregnant wife. As far as Patrick is concerned, it's quid pro quo.
An edge-of-your seat story of revenge.
The title of the book was suggested by a chief constable, who also kindly provided Sheryl guidance in regard to forensics and police procedural.
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‘Not very gentlemanly, keeping ladies hanging around, Adams, is it?’ Patrick watched with interest, as the copper turned a pale shade of white. Reeling on his feet, he was, poor sod. He actually looked as if he might pass out. Didn’t take him long to recover himself, though. Patrick watched on as Adams pulled himself up, bracing his shoulders in that bloody annoying Bruce Willis nothing-gets-to-me way he had. It obviously did though. He might be trying to keep a grip, but the little tic going in his cheek was a dead giveaway. Patrick had noticed it when Adams had paid him a visit in the nick. Seen it many times, when the pathetic little runt had tried to stand up to him as a kid. Most recently, before the bastard had kicked him to the floor like a dog, for which the copper was about to get payback. Oh, yes, his fuse was lit all right. The man was a ticking time-bomb, far too reactive to be on the force, in Patrick’s humble opinion.
Patrick barely had time to free himself of the girl before the copper exploded.
‘You fucking animal!’ he seethed, lunging towards him.
But Patrick was ready. ‘Down!’ He levelled the shotgun, ready to blast Adams to kingdom come if he didn’t back off.
Clearly realising he might be at a disadvantage, Adams stopped, his expression pure thunder, his chest heaving. Oh, dear. Was that a little wheeze Patrick could hear in there? Quietly amused, he noted how Adams was struggling to control his breathing, another giveaway as to the copper’s high state of anxiety. Patrick probably knew the signs better than Adams did.
‘I said, down, Adams.’ Lowering the gun, Patrick indicated the floor, which is where he wanted Adams. No one, but no one constantly refers to Patrick Sullivan as an animal and gets away with it.
‘Unless you want your wife and Snow White to see your blood splattered all over the walls, that is?’
Adams didn’t budge. Taking slow breaths, he stayed exactly where he was, his fist clenched at his side and in his eyes … pure murder. Patrick felt the tiniest flicker of apprehension run through him.
‘We can play the waiting game if you like, Adams,’ he made sure to hold his gaze, ‘but I’m not sure your good lady will be very keen on the idea. Are you?’
Patrick’s gaze flicked in the direction of the man’s wife.
‘Do it,’ he ordered. ‘Face front and get down on your knees, copper, if you value her life.’
‘You bastard.’ Adams took another laboured breath and ran his hands over his face. Then, glancing heavenward, finally, he did as instructed.
Got him, Patrick thought, hugely satisfied that the copper seemed to be getting the message. Patrick had the upper hand now. This time, it would be Adams, defenceless on the floor, while he broke his fucking jaw. Quid pro quo, as far as Patrick was concerned.
I asked Sheryl to tell us a but about herself.
How did you get started writing?
I think I first started writing about the time I took leave of my senses. Haw, haw! I joke, sort of. Writing has always been my passion, since way back when a kindly English teacher gave me 22/20 for an essay, bless him. I started writing actual books as a catharsis, in truth. As a single parent and nursing my mum through early onset Alzheimer’s Disease in my twenties, I needed an outlet. I’m the arty sort by nature but painting not being an option due to time constraints, I picked up a pencil instead – an actual pencil then – and started scribbling. It turned out to be a real antidote, because I found I was reflecting on the humour and love in what would otherwise been a sad situation.
My very first bestselling debut, however… Um, well it didn’t sell … at all. I think the agent who’d hailed it as such went off in search of Prozac. I’d love to tell you about it but, unfortunately, I eventually tossed it in the bin. I can tell you the title though! It was called Loose Screws! Hmm? Not so sure about that now. Silver linings and all that, though: my book, Warrant for Love – now published – was based on that first book. Or rather what I could remember of it, mostly a hunky policeman in a bite-the-buttons-off blue uniform.
Can you tell us a fun fact about yourself?
I’m accident prone. As in really accident prone. I’m a walking disaster: the person that forgot to let go of the rope on the ski lift and ended up dangling over the middle of the snow dome. I think I drove my instructor to Prozac too. Then there was the time I fell off the back off our narrowboat – and nobody noticed I’d gone. Very sad.
What’s your top writing tip for new writers?
Based on my answer above, never throw away your first manuscript! It might need work but as you write and learn, taking on board constructive criticism, you can fix it!
Great tip, Sheryl. :) Thanks for dropping by to tell us about your books. I'm sure they'll be a huge success.
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